A Tandem Bicycle...(is the way to travel)
-Mom isn't speaking to me, or if she is, very coldly, on account of my not going to prom. I wonder, would she really rather have me go the way i'd go if she knew how I was going (prospectively)? Who's to say.
-So glad my jacket wasn't lost. If there's one thing I hate it's losing things, pants, glasses, money,...
-Had a scary dream last night. The kind that makes your skin crawl. I was at NYU for some silly orientational/get-to-know-you affair, only it was in June, or something, before we had even signed up for classes. We were arranged in groups and do activities and every ten minutes or so we had to change groups, and in every one of the groups the other kids were these tall blondes who looked straight out of 'the real world', and none of them would give me the time of day, they were all too busy talking with each other. The one person who did talk to me (we were on a helicopter as one of the activities) was some kind of psychotic who told me her life story, something to the tune of 'how I turned straight and was cured of my drug addictions and nymphomania'. And every time we changed groups the kids just kept getting hotter and more distant, and they kept acting like we were supposed to change clothes with every rotation but I couldn't do it that fast and it was just an awful mess. I think I might be insecure. It seems to me I am building off my two perceptions of college students (haughty cunts and party animals) to create a nightmare out of a caricatured fear that I already had. Freud and I would have been great friends.
-Erich von Stroheim is a genius. Practically anybody who adds a 'von' to their name that wasn't there to begin with has to be. And he was damn cute when he was a young'n.
-Carl Davis is a god. The man is...this is what he did; for the score of 'The Big Parade' he took 4 WWI songs; 'Over There', 'My Buddy', 'YOu're in the Army Now' and 'La Marseilles' and did variations on them, mixed them around and connected them with little oboe solos and shit and it works. it works, so good. Christ if I can live to accomplish half of what he has done...
-So glad my jacket wasn't lost. If there's one thing I hate it's losing things, pants, glasses, money,...
-Had a scary dream last night. The kind that makes your skin crawl. I was at NYU for some silly orientational/get-to-know-you affair, only it was in June, or something, before we had even signed up for classes. We were arranged in groups and do activities and every ten minutes or so we had to change groups, and in every one of the groups the other kids were these tall blondes who looked straight out of 'the real world', and none of them would give me the time of day, they were all too busy talking with each other. The one person who did talk to me (we were on a helicopter as one of the activities) was some kind of psychotic who told me her life story, something to the tune of 'how I turned straight and was cured of my drug addictions and nymphomania'. And every time we changed groups the kids just kept getting hotter and more distant, and they kept acting like we were supposed to change clothes with every rotation but I couldn't do it that fast and it was just an awful mess. I think I might be insecure. It seems to me I am building off my two perceptions of college students (haughty cunts and party animals) to create a nightmare out of a caricatured fear that I already had. Freud and I would have been great friends.
-Erich von Stroheim is a genius. Practically anybody who adds a 'von' to their name that wasn't there to begin with has to be. And he was damn cute when he was a young'n.
-Carl Davis is a god. The man is...this is what he did; for the score of 'The Big Parade' he took 4 WWI songs; 'Over There', 'My Buddy', 'YOu're in the Army Now' and 'La Marseilles' and did variations on them, mixed them around and connected them with little oboe solos and shit and it works. it works, so good. Christ if I can live to accomplish half of what he has done...